Dusty Chalk

I keep thinking "...WTF" is a model number...or some sort of colloquial abbreviation.

No, it's more than that. Overkill in the amplification also allows for more headroom, and more linearity and less distortion at normal listening levels. But yeah, there's probably a certain amount of "let's see what this baby can do" to it, too.

MOAR BETR!

YAY TEAM OVERKILL!!!1!

Happy Birthday, Vicki! (party favour noise)

(Cat fell asleep halfway climbing up a human. Moar here.)

She'll be fine even if she does have to get a cast -- she's young enough and it was caught early enough that it should heal properly, and there's always the story to come out of it. You just need to teach her the fine art of story-telling. Well wishes all the same.

You're supposed to get the anti-flu shot. Sometimes called a vaccine. Aye keed, aye keed.

So now I'm going to start answering "...of ass" every time someone wishes me, "peace".

That must have been confusing.

It's because they smell funneh.

"People just don't 'get' me." - TV Wall Mounts everywhere Moar hear

Dagnabit, I totally missed this one.

When you are 20, dating a girl 10 years younger is not okay, but when you are 50 and starting over, it most certainly is okay. Sent from mah phone-blet via Tapatalk now Free

Oh. My. Goo'ness. I just found a font that's worse than comic sans (in Word): Its name doesn't make it any better: CatholicSchoolGirls Intl BB (I stumbled upon it while scrolling past it to Courier).

Arrow -- oh, hey, look, it's Dresden. And, oh, hey look, it's Capt. Jack Harkness. Some great dialog, too: "...at least, that's what my agent says." "Agent? I thought you were a neurosurgeon, Carter." "I know, it's crazy, right? One minute I'm publishing this book on how long-term potentiation initiates the creation of a slow-moving protein synthesis, and the next, there's an agent trying to make me the next Dr. Oz." "Why would he want you to be a wizard?" (everyone laughs) "For all our sakes, start reading Us Weekly."

I've been dealing with that, too. Fucking hate it.

Minutes of fun: Ikea or Death